[Something like a month and a half has passed since Moriarty offered Therion his... what. Assistance? Tutelage? Sure. To be honest, Therion originally had no intention of taking him up on it. He had any number of reasons not to, and not the least of which was his pride.
Something's come up, though, and Therion needs to talk to someone--someone who already knows his lifelong profession. Since Moriarty already made the invitation, and since Jolyne independently endorsed his advising skills, Therion slips into the faculty apartments once again and knocks quietly on Moriarty's door.
Look. Office hours are for schmucks, and also for people who aren't a thousand times cagier and more suspicious than they need to be.]
Before the Galra plot
Something's come up, though, and Therion needs to talk to someone--someone who already knows his lifelong profession. Since Moriarty already made the invitation, and since Jolyne independently endorsed his advising skills, Therion slips into the faculty apartments once again and knocks quietly on Moriarty's door.
Look. Office hours are for schmucks, and also for people who aren't a thousand times cagier and more suspicious than they need to be.]